There’s hidden messages in my lyrics—I speak in bar codes My CD barcode move weight by the carloads (Fucker) You can't find my land mines with metal detectors But my satellite'll see the shine on your bike pedal reflectors (Get ‘em) Fire through your studio monitors and it's obvious I'm down with Warhorse and part of Diabolic's war force (Salute) I’ll show you how to do this, dunny I'm tryna get that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Ruthless money Loaded guns out the armory to shoot these dummies Hear a “uh”, hear a “yeah”, you might assume he's coming (Yes) Burn your bitch 'til she's bald leather like taxiderms She'll need a double extension and, no, it won't be for tax returns (Uh) You failed the first fucking question of a lie detector Quiz and all they asked was what your gender is The agenda is Celph Titled is sick with his The most ignorant to spit and that's what my intention is So roll it up, light it up, this shit'll take you higher Master kush, purple haze, this shit'll take you higher Pure dope for the mind, this shit'll take you higher Higher than you ever been y’all, we got that fire Turn it up, let 'em know this shit'll take you higher Northern Lights Bubblegum, this shit'll take you higher Pure, uncut, raw, this shit'll take you higher Higher than you ever been, this that medicine I got a villain's logic, rocking shows I’ll fill the spot with crowds captivated Every two bars I kill a hostage (Blaow!) I'm jobless, so I'm going into children's pockets at the Grammy's Throwing brandy on Andy Milonakis (Haha) I won't stop it until I got a million godless hoes there Chilling topless, screaming, “You’re the illest, 'Bolic!” Critics can swallow a bottle of pills and vomit Choke until your face is blue like war paint on William Wallace (Freedom!) King of the jungle, hold gold in a silver goblet Dropping knowledge that could have gorillas building rockets Tryna fill my pockets 'til I feel accomplished Fresh candy paint on my DeVille, and the grill is polished (Fresh) Nah, I'm broke as ever, I'm still as modest Still knocking motherfuckers out, they’re still unconscious In A Different World like Dwayne Wayne in Hillman College While I'm chilling with L’s so fat, they're spilling chronic Yo, don't you like when dudes rap about things they’re really known to be (I love it) Flow tight, sit in the pocket, know how to control a beat (About that) Any drama, they’ll welcome it openly (Word up) But wait ‘til you fuckfaces get a load of me (What?) I got the potency (Word) Bars melt your brain Make it leak out your ears and fuck up your upholstery (Ewww) Ain't too many of you rap dudes could come close to me (I mean that) But to ease the blow, I’ll say it jokingly (Haha, fuck that) But that's part of the main issue Y'all stupid ass always think somebody playing with you (I ain’t playing) I ain't here to amuse, I ain't your friend Catch a swift right to your chin if you don't wipe off that grin (Blaow!) Nothing worse than hearing a grown man bitch Send him home with his face bearing my whole handprint Grown man shit, became a beast over time Laid down the law of the land, now I'ma go get high ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wL7IPwRkXEM

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